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lookn2share

YOU CAN'T NOT LOOK

What possesses females to parade in clingy tights
shameless showcasing takes provocative to new heights
Tactful dress clearly thrown right out the window
"You Can't Not Look" at details they consciously show

Women certainly know this attire warrants wanted attention
slutty "Eye Candy" arouses thoughts I badly wanna mention
If not meant to raise eyebrows why wear trashy things
gawks of lust precisely what overly revealing outfit brings

Lady's there's such a thing as TOO much 'Camel Toe'
Spandex wearers 'in your face' everywhere you go
These women are many things but they're NOT shy
some so desirable it hurts inside when they pass by

Displaying such sadistic clothing is soliciting a stare
having to keep silent leans heavily toward very unfair
When people glare it's 'How dare you gaze at me'
'disrespect' is flaunting what only your man's eyes should see

This daily wear is offensive but accepting that "they won't"
consider caring about what other people think " they don't "
Tights are women's go to dress whether at work or play
in our morally defunct world seductive sexy is here to stay

Adults can rightly dress as cheap as they so desire
your look shouldn't be okayed for little girl's attire
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Posted: Apr 2016
About this poem:
( Inappropriate dress for kids)!!!!
rearranged 08/25/21
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Franbee

France.. bleu, blanc... rouge sang..

Je regarde impuissant des vidéos de la France.. ma France.. debout... en proie aux flammes.. à genous.. en larmes..
Je regarde impuissant les nouveaux rois élus se vautrer sans honte dans les excès que le pouvoir leurs accordent... et le mépris qu'ils ont de leur peuple...
Je regarde impuissant des femmes, des hommes, des personnes agées voire des enfants devenir les victimes des violences policières alors que ces gens ne réclament que justice, droiture et le rétablissement d'une morale politique depuis longtemps devenue une plaisanterie...
Je regarde impuissant, ici même, la censure gouvernementale faire fi des droits de chacun d'exprimer une opinion qui n'est pas celle de ceux au pouvoir...
Je regarde impuissant la France, pays des droits de l'homme, du code civil, de Hugo, Zola, Jaurès, Rabelais, Montesquieux, Descartes, Voltaire, Diderot et tant d'autres écrivain, philosophe, reporteur d'un temps, d'une époque devenir une dictature au service des lobbies, des grands groupes, des banques et des marchés financiers...
Je regarde impuissant notre devise qui hier encore inspira d'autres nations, maculée de sang aux facades de nos lieux publiques... liberté mon cul... égalité mon cul... fraternité.. la votre peuple de France n'est plus à remettre en question.. mais à quel prix? Celui du sand, de la violence.. et de la honte... la votre Mesdames et Messieurs du gouvernement..
Je regarde impuissant ce gouvernement aux relents facistes et néo-nazis se rire de mes soeurs et mes frères, battus par le système, accablés de dettes.. avec des fins de mois difficiles qui commencent dès le premier de chaque mois...
Je regarde tout ça.. impuissant car trop loin pour vous rejoindre dans ce combat... du fond de cet exile que je me suis choisi... parce que la France, ma France est devenue une moquerie démocratique et une farce économique dont je ne voulais pas.. ou plus précisemment ne pouvais financièrement pas m'offrir...
Je regarde.. tout ça.. impuissant... et des larmes coulent parce que même loin, même trop loin mon coeur appartient à jamais à la France...
Et mon âme à jamais portera ses couleurs.. bleu... blanc... et si rouge aujourd'hui du sang que vous Monsieur Macron, du fond de votre vie de luxe financée par les impots directs, indirects, hausses en tout genre que vous, comme maint de vos prédécésseurs, avez voulu afin de vous offrir une vaisselle de roi pour vous restaurer galamment cependant que votre peuple crève de faim...
Je suis un gilet jaune.. je suis de ceux qui demande, qui exige votre démission.. la votre comme celle de votre gouvernement..
Je suis un gilet jaune.. et je vous emmerde..
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Posted: Dec 2018
About this poem:
Impression du moment... sur l'état de la France... et ce qui s'y passe.. et pourquoi... ??

Little report of current situation.. about what is happening in France.. and why..
I wrote and published this on my Facebook page...
I'm not a political person... but this is going too far... in between corruption and complete disconnection of a government that does nothing but increase taxes on the poor meanwhile the richest one get away with murder...
Sorry... it's in French.. not sure it's appropriate language for most of you... copy it into Google translate maybe will help!! Lol
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Unknown

Fighting the Good Fight

I wage my war on Satan with my Bible,
I scare the whinging Liberals with my gun.
I go to church on Sunday when I’m able,
I hunt and shoot God’s critters just for fun.

The good book tells us what becomes of sinners,
be they atheist, abortionist or gay.
The God fearing and righteous will be winners,
the rest will burn in hell on judgement day.

For the cause of God’s law we must fight,
but only if you’re Christian, Republican and white.
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Posted: Nov 2018
About this poem:
I wrote this poem as a tribute to some of the good people I’ve met in the CS forum and blogs.
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lindsyjones

Orlando

Oh wail thy beauty, heart and souls broken

Ravaged yet again by a mark of terror

Land of sunshine, land of dreams

Awful sight splattered amongst the greens

None yet has equaled such a scheme

Do we deserve to suffer these pains?

Oh Orlando, an oasis of awakening




(note: please watch this video)
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Posted: Jun 2016
About this poem:
A tribute to the latest mark of terror in our beautiful country.

Thanks all for your reads and or comments if any.

Anybody who is angry, who is mad, please express your feelings of sorrows for those yet again victims of terrorism.
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lookn2share

STOP YOUR LUNACY

What drives you to consciously resemble a crook
it's what society sees behind your idiotic look
If it's rebellion against 'The Man' I get it
find alternative because you depict a dumb shit

STOP groping in public all you clueless prick's
society doesn't want to see you holding your d*ck's
Banning such inappropriate dress the majority share
civil folks despise seeing your stank a** underwear

Holding up your pants while walking laughable at best
all of your disrespectful antics rational people detest
Ditch hats if incapable of wearing the proper way
how about acting your age not your IQ Okay?

your attire I would surmise depicts you're bad
if that's your mentality your reality is very sad
Tattoos also don't definitively define a tough guy
more truth is they are not akin to FLY

The tacky look makes one look like a punk
indicative of just how far mankind has sunk
Stop the lunacy all you disrespectful bitches
be something other than one of life's glitches

If this seems offensive you get how majority feel
your mirror reflects a look with ZERO appeal
most agree with every word I have justly said
trend of insanity likely until humanity is dead
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Posted: May 2016
About this poem:
To reiterate... Truth is always truth!

Tweaked 3/31/22

Copyright(07)...
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lookn2share

WHAT I SEE

Seeing this wicked world through my eyes
sorrow is so apparent I can hear the cries
Nothing is really as it should be
humanity gone bad is 'What I See'

Respect in every facet of life has obviously gone astray
humanities moral fiber decays a bit more each day
Advocates of 'faith' molest children without losing position
validation of just how truly pathetic the human condition

'What I see' are people embracing evil like it's no longer wrong
while aggressively eliminating goodness as if it doesn't belong
Unfortunately things are steadily going to get even worse
this world has become infected by some irreparable curse

'I see' sanity streaking towards the brink of eradication
a world so precarious its fate inevitably extinction
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
I speak only truth,
and this is just that...
Added verse 8/7/17
twkd..11/08/18
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QuietStormF

The Starlight Ride

Didn't see it coming,
As I made my way along that cold dark street.
That night, from the bar.
Where we'd all had some laughs, some drinks,
Truly,
never saw it coming,
No time to even run.
Before they caught me.


They pounced on me like rabid dogs,
Handcuffed, my hands,behind my back and threw me into their car,
And before I could even,catch my breath..knew what was going on,
they were telling me to run,
Into a field, ice covered, and my heart sank and I knew ,

But first they took my shoes..

This is what they call the Starlight drive,
Heard tales of brothers ,
Never coming back alive,
They Took my coat, they took my shoes.
Left me out here,
To die, and I thought for sure ,So,
This is what is meant by, The Starlight Tour.

As I huddled,in the freezing wind,
icicles formed on my body,
My body went numb, as did my mind,

And Alas.
I prepared to die..
And in my last waking moments
,I recall thinking,
Of my baby sister,
And, how she must have pleaded,
for her life.
On that fateful night,
as she endured
,,The starlight tour..

The Lord he works in mysterious ways,
There was a power company,close
by, let me come in and stay,
And one of the guys,
drove me back into town,
My hands,and indeed my whole body,
was purple,
They thought I was dead,
But by the grace of God., I'm Alive,
I survived~!
Survived their, Starlight tour,

My little sister, wasn't so lucky,
They found her face down in the snow..
And you know how cold it gets out there in Saskatoon.....
They drove her to the field, and then, told her to run,
But, first, they took her shoes...
And they told her to run..
And do enjoy, your Starlight tour..... +
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Posted: Jun 2017
About this poem:
Read a book and it seems to be true............. How sad, the way Indians are treated. Hell. any Humans, Abuse...
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lindsyjones

T'was The Night Of The Inauguration

This is a masterpiece....loved it!????????



I didn't write this, someone sent to me on my mail.



Enjoy!!!
Subj: Twas the Night Before Inauguration...
Twas the night before Inauguration, and up in the tower,
The Donald reflected on his newfound power.
The conservative masses had come out in force,
And delivered a victory that would chart a new course.

The snowflakes were shell-shocked with tears in their eyes,
The media lied to them . . . What a surprise.
They had been promised a Hillary win,
But the criminal Clinton took one on the chin.

And though from all corners celebrities flew,
They made no impression, for they hadn’t a clue.
They talked about climate, racism, and such,
And they made up good stories . . . But didn’t know much.

The fake news and ignorance came at a cost,
And they can’t understand all the reasons they lost.
They blame it on Comey and Bernie and Vlad,
But fail to acknowledge the one that was bad.

Yes, Hillary Clinton, in many ways flawed,
Was her own biggest hurdle toward getting the nod.
The campaign exposed her corruptness and greed,
And her speeches were punch-less as ten dollar weed.

So out in the streets there arose such a clatter,
It was Soros-paid protestors and Black Lives Matter.
With cities to pillage and windows to smash,
They knew not the issues, but needed the cash.

Eight years of Obama had given them cause,
To expect a replacement of their Santa Claus.
But soon the protestors will feel the pain,
When the wheels fall off of the old gravy train.

And now all the snowflakes are riddled with fear,
Upset and offended by things that they’ll hear.
The cocoa and crayons will help for a while,
But fact-based opinions will soon cramp their style.

I originally supported anyone but Cruz,
In the end I would vote for whoever they choose.
He may not have been my first choice, but soon I would cede,
The one they call TRUMP is the one that we NEED!

I saw him on TV in front of a crowd,
He spoke about veterans, it made me feel proud.
He spoke about energy, safety, and jobs,
Taking this country back from the Washington snobs.

He was dressed in Armani, all tailored and neat,
And the Brunos he wore made the outfit complete.
For a man of his vintage, he seemed rather fit,
And he looked presidential, I have to admit.

His eyes glowed like embers, his smile was the best,
And his hair was the color of my old hunting vest.
His love for this country was on full display,
And his actions spoke louder than his words could say.

He thanked all his voters, and before he was gone,
Saved thousands of jobs while Obama looked on.
The fate of this country left nothing to chance,
So, he filled out his cabinet weeks in advance.

The men he had chosen were of the same mind,
Let’s set the bar high, and not lead from behind.
He picked up his phone as he rose from his seat,
With a flick of his finger, he sent out this tweet;

“Now Mattis! Now Kelly! Now Sessions and Pruitt!
On Perry! On Flynn, You’re the ones who can do it.
Start lifting restrictions and building the wall,
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!!”

The roar of his audience rose from the stands,
He kissed all their babies and shook all their hands.
He answered their questions and calmed all their fears,
They knew it would be a fantastic four years.

Then he jumped in his limo, and off to his jet,
A fellow that Liberals won’t soon forget.
He sent one more tweet as the evening expired;
“Happy Inauguration to all,
AND OBAMA – YOU’RE FIRED.
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
There's no author but I just wanted to share.

I hope the original writer will claim it.
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lookn2share

JUST SAYING II

Whomever misrepresents me in any capacity I won't forget the
I get livid when some ignoramus decides to falsify the real me
Humans most always form opinions based solely on hearsay
"the whole truth and nothing but" rarely comes to light anyway

Jealousy induced this a**hole to unjustly target me for self serving gain
the vengeful plan his buds helped him pull off I hope cured his ego stain
Anyone that hurts another with malice 'just because' deserves the same fate
IF a Lucifer exist...he'll be awaiting every ruthless culprit at hell's front gate

"Just Saying"...evidence of our history suggest humans are less than a civilized being
a valid observation if your not the majority who prefer "Eyes Wide Shut" over seeing
Repeatedly saying America the melting pot is earth's greatest nation wont make it true
even though injustice and hypocrisy reign the claim of 'Superiority' will surely continue

The 45th P.O.T.U.S. was sworn in today...eager to make this country great Again
"The Donald" arose when the need was most and his victory "a must win"
This president trumps all others because he actually cares about American's voice
Donald John Trump inspired the truest patriots to vote for the ONLY right choice

All you Haters...a Patriot will try putting a stop to our land becoming a total dump
Eight years of Islamic Obama diminishing this Nation is over... thank you Mr. Trump!
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
Telling it like it is...the ONLY way! ALL you haters...
how did it feel to get Trumped! Just kidding...Not!
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elo69

no title

the sitar strummed my soul
while my hands moved round and round
leaving the shadow of thoughts
on the paper
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Posted: Aug 2016
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